Quite a lot of things happen during this time...
I got chance to know one nice person....
I got chance to know the workers and nurses there better...
I got chance to eat burger king from novena...
I got chance to help set up a computer...
I got chance to eat a lunch of a worker as my first dinner....
I got chance to know that a patient just passed away....
I got chance to see the distraught look of the patient's husband....
I got chance to see the sad tears of the nurses...
I got chance to reflect on the fragile life of humans...
Epitaph |
| by Jaimie D. Travis |
| Image of you in a cloud rolls by The sky opens up, somewhere in my mind A vision of you in a pale blue dress Tears falling down, you took my breath Memories of you . . . Rain always hides these tears in my eyes Thunder laughs and my soul dies Will I hear your voice Will I touch your skin Will the ocean waves let me in Epitaph read like a warning sign Lightning strikes, I close my eyes A vision of you in a torn red dress Tears in your eyes, your hair a mess Memories of you . . . Rain always hides these tears in my eyes Thunder laughs and my soul dies Will I hear your voice Will I touch your skin Will the ocean waves let me in The time is near, the time is nigh To answer the call, to answer the cry My head still spins, my body aches Cold wind stings my eyes, my face Look around, no one there Will anybody notice, anyone care . . . Will I hear you laugh Will I see you cry Will this world just end and let me die |
